I had been in your service for only a few months when you decided you wanted a permanent marking of some kind to denote me as yours when I was in the company of others. You considered your decision completely knowing full well the decision you made would effect me forever. That is the beauty of a master/slave relationship. It is more than a possession. It is an obsession of love, trust, and intimacy. A slave must be willing to be obsessed by another. The master must be willing to obsess another, taking full responsibility for both parties actions.
You decided that you would present me with a few choices as you respected my judgment despite my position as your slave. You told me to get ready to go out, making sure to wear only the things you laid out for me. I willing obliged your request and dressed myself in the black stockings and garter. The sleek black dress fit me well. The long black, silk gloves fit easily over my hands and forearm. The pearls and earrings set off by a large sapphire finished the look.
As I walked down the stairs you were talking with your business partners. You all stopped at once as I approached. You reached out and took my hand kissing it. I smiled in return. I obediently waited as you finished discussing business. As you ushered them out the door you pointed towards the garage door. I followed you to the car. It was a black Mercedes 500. You opened the door for me. Anticipation was getting the best of me, as I had no idea what you had in store for me tonight.
As we pulled out of the garage, you gently eased the car down the driveway. This was my first trip out since my arrival. The beauty of the landscape awed me, adding to my growing love for you. As your slave I eagerly sought to please your every whim. When I failed you punished me appropriately but never severely. Fortunately I had never done anything to truly anger you. I had seen your anger and did not wish it upon myself. I watched in shock the night the maid dropped your crystal vase. You immediately ordered her to strip. When she refused you ordered the attendants in to strip her, then proceed to whip every square inch of her flesh. I found myself fascinated by the way you struck her. The flow of the whip, the sound it made as it contacted her flesh. The red welts rising with each new stroke. I felt her pain and humiliation. But as masters go, you are not cruel, you did not cast her out of your home. Instead you offered her the chance to repay her mistake. She agreed to your terms of daily whippings for a week in exchange of keeping her job and living quarters. What a price to pay for a simple mistake.
We pulled into what appeared to be a small industrial park. You parked the car and told me that we were making a brief stop before dinner. You opened my door and we proceeded inside the building. The lights were dim but inside I could hear various forms of whimpering and discussion. Immediately my instincts took over. This was not just a night on the town. You obviously had something in mind for me. I looked at you with pleading eyes. You smiled gently and told me not to worry.
A door opened before us. Inside there were many different types of tables and apparatuses. At each station there were attendants waiting. We approached an office and were invited to sit down.
